The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 952

Chapter 952: 436 Confession (fourth update)

When Princess Xinyang decided to raise him, he was still just an infant in swaddling clothes, and naturally, he couldn’t have heard those words from her directly. It was Princess Xinyang who later told him herself.

"I see," Gu Jiao said, "Then, does Marquis Xuanping know about this?"

Xiao Liulang lowered his eyes, "He knows. It was after he remedied the situation that Princess Xinyang mistakenly thought her son and the female servant had been taken and hurt by assassins. It was not until four years ago that, by a twist of fate, she learned the truth—that she had been raising the son of her child’s murderer for fourteen years."

After that, Princess Xinyang collapsed.

She had never forgotten that son, nor did she ever treat Xiao Liulang as a substitute for anyone. She genuinely raised Xiao Liulang as if he were another son of her own.

She taught him with all her might, pouring her entire heart and soul into him, shaping him into the outstanding young Marquis unrivaled in Zhaodu.

It was precisely because of this that she couldn’t bear the blow of the truth.

The female servant is dead, so I can only kill your son!

That was her inner demon and her entire malignity.

"I was the last to know," Xiao Liulang said calmly.

While his face was composed, whether his heart was equally tranquil was unknown.

Gu Jiao paused "So the fire four years ago..."

Xiao Liulang nodded, "She wanted to kill me, to die together with me. Unfortunately, there was a mishap, and the person who burned to death wasn’t me. Later, Long Yi came, and he rescued her."

He didn’t specify the mishap, but Gu Jiao thought it must be related to the real Xiao Liulang.

He once said to her, if I am not the person you think I am, she thought he meant Xiao Liulang, but in fact, he referred to Xiao Hen.

Suppressing the great pain in his heart, he said, "Sometimes I wonder why it wasn’t me who died back then? Why was it me who lived? How many lives must be carried on my body... What kind of person am I... I am such a filthy person!"

Gu Jiao gently took his hand.

"My Lord, you’re not dirty."

"Also, it’s not your fault."

The night was cool as water.

The courtyard in Vermilion Bird Avenue was tranquil.

Princess Xinyang woke up, and Yujin brought in a basin of hot water and asked her, "How are you feeling, Princess?"

Princess Xinyang sat up in bed and asked lightly, "Did I faint again just now?"

Yujin said fearfully, "Yes, fortunately, you fainted on the bed. Otherwise, it would have been terrible if you had bumped into something."

There was once when Princess Xinyang fainted by the lakeside, and Long Yi happened to be out on business. Yujin couldn’t hold onto her, and they both fell into the lake.

Seeing the new needle marks in the crook of her arm, Princess Xinyang roughly guessed that Gu Jiao had been there: "Did that girl come up with some strange thing again?"

Yujin smiled, "We really owe a debt of gratitude to Doctor Gu."

Princess Xinyang muttered, "Who knows where she learned such peculiar skills?"

Yujin helped Princess Xinyang wash her face and then brought over the medicine tablets Gu Jiao left behind, pouring a cup of warm water for her, "Doctor Gu said that starting from today, you need to take an extra type of medicine."

"Mm," Princess Xinyang did not object. Since it wasn’t bitter, she’d take it.

After taking the medicine, Princess Xinyang felt somewhat hungry.

Yujin brought over a bowl of millet porridge and moved a little tea table to the bed, "Doctor Gu instructed the kitchen to cook millet porridge before leaving, saying that you should eat a little when you wake up, and your diet should be light these days."

Princess Xinyang scooped a spoonful of millet porridge, "You keep mentioning Doctor Gu; have you fallen for her magic or her charm?"

Yujin smiled and sat down by the bed.

After eating a few spoonfuls of porridge, Princess Xinyang didn’t want to eat anymore; she still lacked appetite.

Yujin urged, "Eat a little more."

Princess Xinyang turned her face away. "I’m done."

Yujin pushed the bowl closer to her. "Five more spoonfuls."

"...Ah, you."

Princess Xinyang resignedly forced herself to eat some more.

After finishing, noticing that Yujin hadn’t left, she asked, "What is it? Is there something else?"

Yujin hesitated for a moment before finally gathering the courage to speak, "Princess, do you truly... despise the young Marquis that much?"

Princess Xinyang’s expression faded, "Why bring him up?"

Yujin said, "Ever since the Medical Hall, your mood has been off. He lives in such disgrace now, a state worse than death. If you truly hated him, seeing his current plight should have brought you great satisfaction. Yet, you fainted from distress, Princess... in your heart, you feel pain for the young Marquis, don’t you?"